Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 5, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The physical world itself is a fair thing Last Line: Forswore their griefs fog-born of father thames. | ||||||||
The physical world itself is a fair thing For who has eyes to see or ears to hear. To-day I fled on my new freedom's wind, With the first swallows of the parting year, Southwards from England. At the Folkestone pier I left the burden of my sins behind, Noting how gay the noon was, and how clear The tide's fresh laughter rising to no wind. A hundred souls of men there with my own Smiled in that sunshine. 'Tis a little measure Makes glad the heart at sea, and not alone Do wise men kindle to its pulse of pleasure Here all alike, peers, pedlars, squires, and dames Forswore their griefs fog-born of Father Thames. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 51 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 110. THE OASIS OF SIDI KHALED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 112. GIBRALTAR by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 55. ST. VALENTINE'S DAY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 60. FAREWELL TO JULIET (9) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 88. A DAY IN SUSSEX by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE OLD SQUIRE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A BALLAD OF THE HEATHER by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A CHAUNT IN PRAISE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A CUCKOO SONG by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |
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